the other shirt i made today

i have to revoke that post i made the other day making fun of ppl attracted to mac demarco cuz this gangly dude with messy long hair, a baseball cap, crooked septum piercing, tattered shirt and jeans, and an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth came into my cafe today and I’ve never been more turned on in my life

Since everyone was probably focusing on Greg today (with good reason!!), I thought I’d give a bit of my attention to my other fave SU dad, Doug!! Also because I haven’t drawn him yet and that’s a crime.

Summary: Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.Word Count: 24.314Genre: college au, basketball player Jimin, sports universityA/N: A while ago @workofteaguk was doubting my lane while simultaneously having a crisis over Jimin. So naturally, retaliation was in order. This is all @minsvga‘s fault for encouraging me to run with this idea.

Elitism brings out the worst in people. Feelings of superiority run unchecked where talent and hard work meet to flourish and thrive, where young athletes spend their days training their bodies to the limits, pushing themselves harder to reach the ultimate dream: to receive validation and know that the years they’ve spent sacrificing sleep and jobs and romance for medals, winning seasons, and future professions has been worth it.

And as any good athlete knows, elitism leads to rivalry. Rivalries between teammates, between neighboring schools, or, most notably, a rivalry between Seoul Sports University’s top gymnast and one of the best point guards to grace the basketball court. And when rivalry and hatred reach such a level, it attracts attention from outsiders, from those who find amusement from such bitter hatred between two young people. Two young people who share common goals and similar training regimes, who for all intents and purposes should be close, but cannot stand the sight of one another.

Summary: At Emily Lester’s dance classes, she notices that some of her
classmates’ mums like to compliment her papa, who always comes with her to
rehearsals. Don’t they know that’s her daddy’s thing to do to her papa?

Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s persistence landed him a place in your heart- although a special spot for him was already there to begin with. He was more than just a pretty face. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in bed, he’d gotten to a point where he lived to spoil you… in more ways than one.

A/N: This is the last chapter of Stay Professional! Quite possible that it’s the most steamy chapter too! Please be aware that this chapter involves explicit smut! NSFW!Derogatory terms, dirty talk, over-sensitivity, spanking.. just full on rough and kinky fucking. Read at your own risk! DomJungkook! x SubReader

You opened your eyes slowly due to the blinding sunlight that pierced through Jungkook’s polished glass windows. You patted around the king-sized mattress, in search of a warm body that’d hugged you all night long. A small smile spread upon your lips at the memories of the passionate love-making the night before.

“Jungkook?” You called out in an unusual nasal morning voice and waited for a response as you stretched and bathed in the morning sunlight.

A quick shuffle of feet trotted from across the hallway and Jungkook immediately made an appearance, an effervescent grin on his radiant face.

“Yes?” He beamed and crouched over your small frame to plant a loving kiss on your forehead.

You couldn’t help but let your grin grow as big as his from the loving actions he’d spoilt you with. You suddenly noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the white sheets so you pulled them up higher above your chest and Jungkook’s grin turned into a smirk.

“You can’t suddenly get shy now, can you?” He licked his lips and briefly brushed them over yours, a quick peck to temporarily satisfy his growing desire to relive last night.

“Don’t tempt me again, sweetheart.” He planted raspberries down your neck and you giggled at the sensation of his soft lips and puffs of air from his cheek. “This time, I really will punish you.”

These were just a few examples of how everyday was thanks to Draco Malfoy and (y/n) (l/n) and how they couldn’t admit that they fancied each other. So they settled for what many viewed as a love-hate relationship. This only caused a lot of frustration between the two teens.

It also sparked a lot of interest for the relationship between the two. Some accused them of being secretly dating. Others said they were fuck buddies. But truth was, you two couldn’t convey your emotions to each other. And it annoyed both of you.

Now (y/n) and a group of her friends walked to breakfast when the topic of Draco was brought up, “look, yes Draco is an attractive bloke, but he’s an asshole with pretty blue eyes. We’ll never be a thing, plus it’s just fun to be a pain in his ass. He’s kind of adorable when he’s angry and zealous.”

“You think I’m adorable, (l/n),” Well if it wasn’t the devil himself, Draco.

“Morning, Malfoy, did you sleep alright?”

“I slept fine but would’ve slept better if you were next to me,” he smirked

“As if” (yes, this was a clueless reference)

The two had an encounter again when literally crashing into each during Transfiguration class. (Y/n) was making her way across the room to get to her assigned seats when a student’s stack of books accidently tripped her. As she came toppling down, she waited for an impact that never came. Instead, Draco caught her.

“Wow, (y/n), you’re literally falling for me.”

She quickly stood up and pushed the blonde boy away, “Whatever, Malfoy”

(Y/n) pushed her way past him and went to sit with her friends who giggled at the event that took place before them.

“Come on, (y/n), just hook up with him already,” your best friend advised.

“With Draco? No thanks, I have standards.”

Now, it was about to be dinner time. (Y/N) walked down the halls alone for once. She told her friends to go and get them seats already. As she walked, she somewhat analyzed the people who walked near her. A group of Hufflepuff girl, some Ravenclaws discussing astrology, and then- Draco, with Blaise on one side and Pansy on the other.

“Oy, (y/n)!” Draco called, but you kept walking, just to tease him. Except you stopped right in your tracks when you clearly heard him cat call you. Oh, this would be fun!

“I know I have a nice ass, but you don’t need to stare”

Draco’s entire face immediately flushed red; Almost as red as the Gryffindor banner. Pansy and Blaise both looked shocked but then hurried off to the Great Hall as if Draco and (y/n) were about to have a stern talking to.

(Y/N) smirked in victory at the speechless boy,” I win, Malfoy.”

Then she began to walk away, a smile evident on her features when his finers laced around his wrists, “Draco-”

In one swift movement, Draco had twirled you around and planted his soft lips against your, lightly snogging you. And if you said you didn’t enjoy it, you would be lying.

“I win,” he mumbled against your lips then walked off like nothing happened. But now, the game was on between you two.

My name is
Luke. I just turned 17, am 5’9” tall and weigh 215 pounds. I need help and
advice because of my weight, and especially because of my big belly. I was always a little taller than the other guys and my weight was normal until
a year ago. I like sports, I used to play soccer and I was always in good
shape.

The big thing
that happened was that ten months ago my dad bought me a truck of my own. From
the time I was a little kid he had always promised me that if I got good
grades, didn’t smoke or drink, and stayed out of trouble, he would buy me a
truck when I got my driver’s license. I keep my word and he kept his. I love
that truck and spend most of my time now tinkering with it or just driving
around with friends. That was when I cut way back on soccer and quit the team.

The problem
is that I’ve put on more than 65 pounds
in the past ten months. At first I didn’t notice it, but I’ve gone from size 30
to size 38 pants and my parents have had to buy me new underwear, pants, and
shirts every other month or so. They never say anything, but the last time I
had to upsize the size 34’s I was wearing were so tight I couldn’t button them.
Rather than going to 36’s, my mom said to just go up to 38’s to give me “growing room”. It was embarrassing,
and now the 38’s are getting tight on me. I’m going to have to buy size 40’s next. 40 and above are fat man’s sizes, and I’m just 17!

You may
think so what, lots of guys my age put on some weight, so no big deal. The
problem is that most of the weight has gone to my belly. Even when I got the 38’s,
I had to fasten them underneath my belly because it’s so huge. It hangs over
the waistband of my pants and bounces and wobbles when I walk. It’s impossible
to hide with baggy shirts (believe me, I’ve tried). I get pats and pokes in my belly all
the time from my friends, and I’ve heard every joke there is about being a
pregnant teen or smuggling a soccer ball under my shirt. Last week I went for
my annual physical (I go every year
around my birthday). My doctor was stunned when he saw me. I only grew half an
inch in height but my weight had climbed in a year from 148 to 215. The doctor said, “Luke, you’ve
got quite the pot belly for a boy your age. Have you been drinking beer or
what?” I assured him I don’t drink alcohol at all. All he told me was to cut
back on my eating and get more exercise.

I’ve always
had a big appetite and my mom is a great cook, too. It’s hard to cut back. I’ve always been
a big eater but I never got fat (see my before picture from 2 years ago). Now,
I eat two big helpings at dinner and I’m still
hungry, and an hour later I’m heading to the kitchen to finish off the leftovers from dinner. An
hour after that, while I’m doing my homework, I get hungry for ice cream or a
package of cookies. It’s the same with breakfast and lunch. I have a big
allowance and so stopping by at a drive thru every day is automatic now. I even keep a secret stash of candy bars in my truck in case I get hungry
while I’m on the road.

School
started a couple of weeks ago, my senior year. I know people look at me and my
big belly, especially my classmates and teachers who knew me back when I was
thin It’s so big that when I try to suck it in, you can’t tell that I’m trying.
My pot just sticks out so far. I’ve got
tits now and small love handles and my legs are bigger, but like I said, most
of my weight is in my belly. When I sit down, my pot belly sits on my lap like a big ball of jello. My close friends who I eat lunch with joke with me
all the time about my belly and my big appetite, but they’re my friends.
Besides, when we hang out after school and go driving around, one or the other
of them will treat me when we stop at the drive thru because I won’t take money
from them for gas. I mean, they’re my friends and I like hanging out with them.

What made me
write this today is that after school, I had to go to have my senior pictures
taken. We were told to wear a button up shirt and nice pants for the picture,
and I brought a shirt and pants with me. The shirt was loose on me last spring
when I bought it. Today when I put it on, it was so tight around the waist! I could button the
buttons but they were real stressed, and then when I sat down for the picture
taking, a button popped off! The photographer didn’t say anything, but it was
so embarrassing!

So please,
any tips for me about reducing the size of my big pot belly? I know I’m chubby
now and I’m probably always going to be on the heavy side (my mom and dad are both
fat). I’ve tried sit-ups but my belly is so big It totally gets in the way.
When I try push-ups, my belly hangs down and rests on the floor when my arms are extended. Then the
exercise makes me so hungry and thirsty I end of drinking a 2 liter coke and
raiding the kitchen for some snacks. I don’t mind being heavy all over, like my
dad, but this pot belly has to go!

The first
picture of me is from 2 years ago; the other 4 are from today. The picture of me standing from the size shows me trying to suck in my pot.

Anon asked: BTS reaction to their s/o wants to stay over at the Dorm for that First
time because she Is too tired to go Home? 😊 (members Are also at the
Dorm)

Here you go, I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry that this is the only post today, this last week before spring break is busy OTL -Spice

Rap Monster:

Namjoon would be happy that you wanted to spend the night at the dorm, but slightly disappointed that you didn’t have any other intentions other than sleeping. That definitely wouldn’t bum him out though, and would jump at the chance to give you one of his shirts to sleep in. The thought of seeing you first thing in the morning almost made him too eager to fall asleep.

While he would be happy that you were spending the night, he likely wouldn’t want the other boys to see you in your night clothes. He trusted the boys and you, it’s just that he viewed your state of “undress” to be slightly intimate. Regardless, Seokjin would be more than happy to hold you in his arms as you fell asleep, stroking your hair.

Out of all the boys, he would probably be the least enthusiastic. Not that he didn’t love you, it’s just that he wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of sharing the bed. Yoongi would probably complain a little, but once he felt your body heat radiating next to him, he would want you to sleep over more often.

This adorable ball of energy would be over the moon to have you stay at the dorm. Despite how tired you were, Hoseok would probably try to turn it into a slumber party with the other boys. Once he finally winds down for the night, he’s going to have at least one part of his body touching you at all times.

V would probably be the one to ask you to stay. Seeing that you were so tired, he didn’t want you to drive home in that state. He would make sure you were comfortable before crawling into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your figure. Taehyung would really look forward to seeing your sleeping face so he could tease you about it later.

The idea of you sleeping over would make him happy, but odds are he would be really shy and nervous. Despite his nerves, it was all worth it if he got to see you wear one of his night shirts. Jimin would want to sleep beside you in his bed, but he would more than likely end up just giving up his bed and sharing with another member.

He would be very excited to have you sleep over at the dorm, albeit a little nervous. Jungkook would volunteer to give up his bed for you and would sleep on the couch or with another member, but if you begged enough he would sleep next to you. If you let him sleep next to you, expect to see unflattering pictures of your sleeping face in the morning.

Title: My Favorite Person
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: by the lovely @rinzix
Summary: College!Friends with benefits | You’re thankful to have a friend like Connor, for more reasons than one, but you’re fun may soon be coming to an end, and Connor isn’t feeling like himself
Warnings: mentions of sex | Connor has a potty mouth | mentions of mental health relapses and recovery | brief allusions to domestic violence | first person reader
A/N: This was such a wonderful, fun prompt and it reeaallly got away from me, so I apologize in advance. Essentially, the summary is I will probably never let Connor Murphy be happy. As always, it’s really rushed and I didn’t proof read. Enjoy?

It never starts the way I expect it to.

Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining. It just doesn’t work out the way it does in the movies, ya know? I’ve never gotten a text at eleven pm asking me to sneak across the campus to his conviently empty dorm room, never received anything remotely similar to a booty call. It started on accident, like everything else Connor Murphy does. He doesn’t understand the sort of pull he has on people.

Connor Murphy was an absolute octopus, first off. I woke up early–much earlier than he ever would–underneath a pile of pale, lithe limbs that seemed to tangle around me in a number of places. I was sticky–definitely sweaty from sleeping too close to Connor, who apparently fell asleep on top of me like some kind of animal, but I also felt an uncomfortable squish between my thighs that reminded me of the drastic turn of events that happened last night.

To be perfectly clear, this wasn’t the first time we had done this. The first time had been planned–an accidental mishap that had spiraled out of control, beginning with texts (“Hey, would you mind to model for a piece I’m working on? I can’t find any decent reference poses online.”) and ended with some not so appropriate banter (“Are we sexting? Is this sexting? I mean I’m horny but like it’s gotta be smoother than this, right? Shit, do you have nudes??) that had snowballed into an agreement: we could fool around, platonically, because being in college and being ridiculously horny all the time and balancing a decent relationship was one thing too many.

Still, our first few times had been planned: I’d come over for pizza when Connor’s roommate was out, we’d play video games and watch a movie, and, at some point, Connor would lean over with little to no warning and kiss me much too roughly, taking me off guard–it usually either dissolved into a fit of giggles or ended up with me on my back staring up at the smooth column of his throat, watching his pale adams apple dip briefly as he groaned into my hair.

The sun was up, shining obnoxiously through Connor’s too thin quilted curtains, filtering across our tangled bodies. My shirt was still on, thankfully–I had no idea when his roommate would be back–but Connor was entirely nude (save for a pair of tie-dye tube socks, I can’t believe I slept with him while he was wearing that), sprawled on top of me, all pale skin and angles. From here, I could see the knobs of his spine pressing against the thin, pale skin of his back where my hand rested. One of his hands was fisted tightly in the fabric of my shirt, just over my stomach, and the other was dangling off the edge of the bed, his thin wrist almost comically looking as if it would snap.

The smell of him was overwhelming, of course, it always was. I could still taste him if I ran my tongue across the backs of my teeth. I’d need a long shower to scrub away the smell if I wanted to think coherently today–Connor was definitely my favorite person, the only real friend I’d made at school so far, but the very smell of him was going to make my brain short circuit.

We needed to have a discussion, needed to stop doing this every time we hang out. A limit. I sighed, remembering. We were going to have to have a talk anyway.

Reaching up gingerly, I ran my fingers against the knots on his back, tracing the triangles of his scapula and cupping the back of neck to run my fingers through the curls. His hair needed washed, badly, but I didn’t mind, just continued to soothe, feeling him sigh in his sleep against my neck. I grinned, feeling his nose press more firmly against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

“Why are you awake?” He slurred, lips wet where they brushed my skin. His limbs went taunt, stretching before rolling over off of me, his arms slinging against his eyes.

“Ugh, can you cover up?” I groaned, sitting up and pulling a blanket to pool in my lap, trying to look anywhere but Connor. “It’s daylight now, it’s too vivid.”

He just chuckled, running his hands to scrub at his face in an attempt to wake up, pushing tangled curls out of his eyes, grinning at me. “Sorry, geez. Didn’t hear you complaining last night.” Nonetheless, he yanked the blanket over his lap, rolling over to look at me with a smirk.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked, tapping my forehead with his thumb, before leaning over to kiss me there. He didn’t move away, just hovered over me on an elbow, and surrounded by his scent left me vaguely dizzy. I’d miss it when I left here, I knew.

I scrunched my nose, letting him know that the affection was unnecessary, but he kept leaning over, pressing another kiss to my temple.

“Christ, sorry,” he laughed, sitting up immediately and pushing his hair back. “Guess I tired you out, huh?”

“Don’t get cocky. We were talking until twelve thirty, you only last half an hour, bucko,” I said, crawling quickly out of the bed and tugging on my panties.

“Ouch! Didn’t hear you complaining,” he chuckled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail holder. He was planning to let me shower first, then.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, and I could tell that was the end of the discussion. We had a habit of skirting the topic during the daylight hours–if we talked about it, then we thought about it, and if we thought about it, then–well, you get the picture. “I’m gonna shower.”

——

By the time I’m out, my hair combed in wet strands sticking to the back of my neck and dressed in a clear pair of panties and one of Connor’s bigger shirts, Connor is sprawled on the bed, fully dressed, staring at a worn copy of T.S. Eliot poems, the green cloth binding fraying between his lithe fingers. The steam from the shower followed me in the room, making it look like a hazy 1970s Polaroid, accompanied by the warm light trying desperately to filter into the room through Connor’s quilted curtains.

He’s brushed his hair, I noticed, and there’s a lingering scent of cologne in an attempt to mask the smell of him–of us, if I’m being entirely honest–without showering. I nearly snorted aloud when I saw what he was wearing.

“That’s my shirt, you know,” I choked out between laughter, unable to believe that Connor fucking Murphy is wearing my tie dye crop top with a pair of ratty grey sweatpants. It was big on him, with a little pink embroidered heart stitched messily over the chest. The sweatpants rode high on his square hips, so all I could see was the slope of his ribs into the flat plain of his stomach, his belly button barely peaking out over the elastic waistband of his boxers, which rode a little higher than the sweats.

He looked up from the book, grinning lethargically, letting me know he was still barely awake. I probably should’ve let him sleep longer, but I needed to leave soon, and I wanted to tell him goodbye.

I bit back my smile, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Fair enough,” I conceded, tucking back a piece of hair that was beginning to slip from his ponytail.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out, pouting his bottom lip.

“I forgot to bring a clean one,” I lied.

“You know you have extras here,” he said, suddenly frowning and returning to his book. I paused, unsure what had caused the sudden mood shift, and wanted to be careful moving forward in the conversation. “I mean, you can always borrow mine, I don’t care or anything–”

“You don’t want anyone to see me wearing it, I get it, I’ll switch back before I leave,” I said reassuringly, scooting away half an inch to give him space. It was easy to overload Connor–it wasn’t his fault, I really did understand. Sometimes social interaction was too much, especially when I’d spent almost twenty four hours with him, and we’d been so intimate.

“Fuck, I don’t care about that,” he hissed, flipping the pages of his book much too rapidly to be actually reading them. “Do you care about that?”

The second statement was shorter, softer, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear. It made me nervous–Connor had been doing better, a lot better. Throwing himself into school, into art, made him better. He wasn’t recovered–it was hard to tell if he ever would be, and I’d only ever seen a few of his episodes, but any form of relapse that I couldn’t help him control was unwanted.

“Of course I don’t care, Con,” I said softly, reaching up to soothe his hair softly, feeling him stiffen and relax beneath my fingertips. “Jeez, we’re in college. I couldn’t care less what people think.”

He nodded, eyes creased before closing, his lips pressed together in a frown. “Right, right, you’re right, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I muttered, feeling nervous. He certainly wasn’t in any mood to hear my news. Something was on his mind. “You good?”

“Huh? Yeah! Great, don’t sweat it!” He some how managed to morph his deer in the headlights expression into one of enthusiasm. It was more than concerning, and I hadn’t noticed when he’d developed the ability to swallow back his feelings. I didn’t know why he felt like he needed to. “What’s the plan for today, kiddo? There’s a Clark Gable marathon on TCM tonight, I know you like that black and white crap.”

Shit. I swallowed thickly, realizing I needed to tell him, and now. I was hoping it would wait until at least after we had food in us, or at least until Connor was awake enough to reign in his emotions and think with a level head.

“When’s your roommate getting back?” I asked instead, scratching at the back of my neck and not meeting his gaze. I felt him squint angrily at me, aware of my avoidance. “Don’t want him to walk in on anything unseemly,” I laughed.

Connor was still watching me, I felt it, with a pinched, calculated expression. “We don’t have to fool around tonight,” he said softly. “We can just hang.”

His voice was that soft, melancholy tone again that made my heart constrict. He wasn’t feeling good, I realized. He clearly thought that I was upset with him–I wasn’t, but I realized with a jolt that my news certainly wasn’t going to help his sudden self conscious streak.

I shifted on the bed again, feeling his eyes on me as I delayed, and I could practically see his inner turmoil. I should stay here with him. He wasn’t doing well. But, I’d promised….

His eyebrows took a quick hike into his hairline, his slate eyes wide, before he horrified me by neutralizing his expression again before I could read him properly–he gave me a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oh,” he said hoarsely. “That’s chill. You could’ve just told me that.”

I smiled gratefully back at him, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee. “You’re sure?” I asked softly, tracing a pattern out on the grey cotton knee of the sweatpants. He swatted my hand away, and I felt a sudden dip in my stomach. He was upset.

“Yes, geez,” he grumbled. “I am perfectly capable to spend a day without you, you know. I probably need to check in with my folks, anyway.”

“You’re sure?” I asked again, leaning back, a bit more skeptical. Connor saying he wanted to check in with his parents was the boldest lie I’d heard in a long time.

“Yes, Christ, shut it,” he hissed, flopping onto his back, the crop top riding comically up on his stomach, and, without thinking, I leaned forward quickly to press a wet kiss to the cluster of freckles on his ribcage, earning a loud swear from Connor, followed by a slew of giggles, his thin hands pushing at my hair to pull me away from his ticklish sides.

“Stop it! Stop! Christ–st–” he sat up abruptly and tangled his hands into my hair, yanking me down against him, his bare chest trapped between us, soft against my palms.

What had started as a gentle joke, just a silly peck, escalated as it tended to. It was slow–Connor’s laughter dying quickly in his chest, his breath hitching in the back of his throat instead. I opened my eyes to glance down at him, his eyes closed, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks. I pulled back, just for a moment, amazed to find his lips parted, head tilted back, obvious that he expected me to move my lips to neck. I just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the cleft of his chin.

“Not this morning, Con,” I whispered, kissing behind his ear.

“Just kissing,” he whispered, letting out a shuddering breath into my hair. Eyes still closed, his hands tightened in my shirt in an attempt to keep me against him.

“You know it won’t stop there,” I laughed. He pouted beneath me.

“But–I’m not wearing a bra. I’m all ready to fool around!” Connor snorted, hands digging harshly into my sides as he laughed.

I smothered my laugh against his jugular, fighting to control my breathing, before pushing myself up against Connor’s chest.

“Not now,” I sighed sadly, giving him a closed mouth kiss against his lips, watching his eyes fade as he chased me for another kiss.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Sorry, my fault.” Throwing a hand over his eyes, he groaned, tangling his fingers in his pretty, pulled back hair.

“Don’t be sorry,” I mumbled.

“Later,” he smiled against his fist, slate eyes staring up at the ceiling with amusement. “Later. Christ, no one told me my libido would get a second wind after fourteen.”

“You’ve always got your hand,” I reminded with a chuckle, rising from the bed to stretch. Distance, I needed distance to think. He wrinkled his nose in disdain.

“Yeah, no thanks, not the same.”

There was a beat of silence, where I caught Connor watching me from the bed, before turning away with a pinched expression. It triggered an oddly sick feeling in my stomach–I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t. This was just fun, Connor was just my friend, nothing more.

“So, uh,” he coughed. “What was your plan for tonight?”

I stiffened, turning around to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him, beginning to braid my hair. The bed dipped suddenly, and Connor’s leg was flush with mine, the other folded behind my back, and Connor’s fingers wove into my wet hair, beginning to plait it silently.

“I have a date.”

His hands stilled, just briefly, and I felt myself relax when his fingers began again. He hadn’t taken a single breath.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Who with?” Cold. Uninterested. I growled low in my throat.

“Not sure. Some guy my mom set me up with–they’re pissed I don’t have a boyfriend, you know,” I reminded, and Connor just grunted in affirmation.

“You have no idea who he is?” Connor groaned in disgust.

I shrugged. “He goes to school here–I think his name is Jared? He’s a business major. My mom is very impressed.”

Now, Connor really paused, his fingers abandoning the braid to snap his hands down into his lap.

“You know him?” I asked.

“Jared Kleinman?” Connor hissed, not looking at me.

“I think?” I said skeptically, unsure what about this kid had Connor in such a state.

“He’s an ass,” Connor growled. “An absolute asshole, bully, short-stack, scum bag, and you can’t go out with him. You can’t go out with that jerk off, trust me, okay? As your friend, I forbid you.”

I’d been taking everything Connor said seriously up to that point–it took a lot to make Connor that verbose, let alone that enraged–he’d been working on getting better, he really had–but his final statement made my eyes snap open, throwing my body off the bed.

His eyes widened–in shock or shame, I wasn’t sure–sliding back up onto the bed. “I didn’t mean, fuck, I’m just trying to look out for you, okay? He’s bad news. He was–fuck, he was such an ass in highschool, okay?”

“And people can’t change, right?” I laughed crudely, watching the muscle twitch in his jaw. I’d pressed a button. Good. His eyebrows furrowed down over his glare, and I saw his hands clench and unclench in his lap. He’d caught my eyes flickering to them, and immediately looked helpless, wiping them on his jeans.

“I’m not having a fit,” he promised. “I’m not gonna hit you, I fucking swear to–”

Truth be told, he might. Relapse was easy–I knew, I’d seen it in teaspoon sized doses, whether be him throwing me against the door with too much force or be it a fist coming to connect on the wall behind my head after I gave a particular nasty comment. Connor had never hit me, not hard, but he almost had, and he’d said a few nasty things, broken some things of mine.

We were friends because I trusted him, because I didn’t want to leave him just because this felt hard. But I wouldn’t let Connor talk to me like that again, I’d promised myself. It meant a time out–no sex, no talking, not until he could calmly apologize and talk through what he was feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes–he’d forgotten to paint his nails this week, I noticed, but his wrist had flowering patches of indigo and lavender peppered along his arm like blooming bruises–they were just left over from his last art class Friday. He really needed a shower, I realized.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said again, leaning against the bathroom’s doorjamb in lieu of joining him on the bed. If I sat on the bed, I’d want to touch him, and as much as he deserved reassurance, he didn’t need the positive reinforcement. He had to learn I was a finite fixture. “That Jared kid–he said something to you, right? In school. You didn’t like each other.”

Connor laughed mirthlessly, filling my stomach with lead. “Yeah, you could say that. He’s one of those weasely kids, ya know? With just shitty underhanded comments they get out of Mad magazine. Gets under your skin.”

It was too easy to picture, embarrassingly so, I thought, watching Connor now with his eyes downcast and his mouth pursed, I could still see him, just a year ago, and some punk kid whose comment landed on its mark. He probably sent Connor into fits.

I tried too hard not to picture Connor those nights, crying disgustingly in the shower, banging his head too hard against the tile, replaying over and over in his head what that little shit had said to him.

I didn’t want to go out with him. I hadn’t wanted to to begin with. But, I had to. I’d promised.

“I’m really sorry, Con,” I sighed softly, thunking my head against the doorjamb in punishment. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed bitterly again. “’S over now.” He held his arms open, silently asking me to come back down to him, just to make up. “Just because you’re sucking his cock now–”

He froze, eyes bugging out of his head, staring at something on the ceiling I couldn’t make out from here. My stomach churned uneasily, and the tips of my ears got uncomfortably warm. Connor sat up slowly, bracing himself on his arms, staring at the wall with a horrified expression. He was vaguely green around the collar of my shirt.

“You wanna stop. That’s why you told me. You wanna stop.”

I swallowed thickly. “Con–”

“Christ, kid! What happened to relationships and sex and school are too much? We said–”

“Fuck, I know, you’re parents want you to be a fucking baby factory with a rich husband, I know, okay?” He groaned, shoving his hands into his hair and dislodging the ponytail holder, his dark hair cascading around his shoulders, his whole expression pinched.

I flinched, shutting my eyes, wishing desperately to be somewhere else. He didn’t mean it, he was angry–it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“It’s just to appease my mom,” I sighed quietly, disgusted to realize how wet and broken my voice sounded. “Just to say I have a boyfriend, to keep her out of my hair. Otherwise she’d be down here every week, and I’d never be able to see you–”

“What if I pretended to be your boyfriend?” He said suddenly, making my gaze snap to his, despite my discomfort. He was staring seriously at me, and I felt sick to realize he was sincere.

“Trust me, Con, you don’t wanna do that.”

To subject him to that kind of scrutiny would be unfair. Connor was my favorite person in the world right now, and, despite coming from a good family, my mother would be less than thrilled to hear I was involved with an art major with a juvenile record.

He snorted. “I know I’m no Jared–”

“Don’t,” I glared. “Don’t. I’m sorry, but yeah, we can’t have sex for awhile, okay?”

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I felt sick–like crying. “I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship for you. I thought you might be able to tolerate spending time with me when I’m not getting you off.”

“Hey,” he said softly, rolling off the bed to stand, his hands out stretched as if he was scared to spook me. “Hey, that’s not–hey, don’t cry.”

“Fuck off.”

“No,” he growled, coming forward to wrap his arms around me, still wearing that stupid crop top, pressing his face into my neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “You come first, you always come first. I’d rather have you than sex, you know that, right?”

His fingers scraped under my shirt to press against my skin, pulling me tighter to him, his fingertips tripping with friction.

“I know,” I sighed, going limp against him and wrapping my arms around his neck–it felt nice just to be close. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fair enough.”

He pulled back, reaching up to cup my face, his fingertips burning where they thumbed my cheeks, wiping away the stray tears. He stared down at me so intently, and I realized he was still scared.

“Before your lame ass date, you wanna get some take out?” He asked with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss my forehead quickly.

“Fine, but you have to change,” I giggled, pulling away despite his protests to grab my purse from his desk.

“I refuse to change–this color looks too good on me.”

——

“I can’t believe you’re gonna wear one of my shirts on your date with that wank,” Connor groaned, watching me button up one of his shirts over my chest, shaking his head. “He’s gonna try to cop a feel–it’s like he’s grabbing my boob, kid. That’s the worst violation of all.”

I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “First off, they’re still my boobs, but I promise I’ll bring the shirt back in mint condition. I doubt I’ll be kissing him tonight.”

Connor grinned around a mouthful of rice–he was cute like that, I realized, cheeks full and eyes crinkled with a smile. His mood had flipped swiftly, thank goodness, despite the fact it had started to pour outside, the sky pitch black despite the fact it was still early in the afternoon.

“Maybe he’ll buy you something nice,” Connor grinned. “I’m sure he’s loaded. If he brings a friend, make sure you hit on him.”

I snorted, but pulled on my slightly dirty skinny jeans anyway. “If he brings his friend on a date, I’m walking out and taking you home for thanksgiving.”

Connor grinned again. “God, that’d be rich.”

Thunder pounded through the room, making Connor’s hair products shake on his desk, causing me to jump back onto the bed to be near Connor.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he teased softly, glancing out the window to see the downpour. “Christ, maybe you should stay in tonight. Last thing you need is to be trapped in some shitty French restaurant with mademoiselle rat face.”

“You’re hilarious,” I said bitterly, watching the leaves paste themselves to the window pane. “But, maybe I should reschedule. That’s not a shitty thing to do, right? It looks awful out there.”

“Nah,” Connor said around another mouthful. “Plus, if you do, we can have one last hoorah–okay, you’re right, sorry.”

I just grinned, hitting him lightly upside the head. “You can finish up in the shower, pretty boy.”

He frowned. “Fine.”

I pursed my lips, glaring out into the storm again. “I should call Jared ask him to reschedule,” I sighed again, feeling only vaguely guilty. I mean, what were the odds Jared even wanted to go on this date? Our parents set us up, for goodness’ sake.

I wondered briefly if Connor had worn this shirt in highschool, if Jared would recognize it.

“This is hilarious, oh my God. It’s so sad, you look so cute and everything! You were gonna put on mascara for that asshole!”

“I’m gonna dump this soy sauce on your shirt, Murphy.”

“Sorry, sorry, geez!”

He put down his plastic fork, reaching across the mattress to stroke his hand across my bare arm. For a minute, I thought he might ask me how I felt, but instead just asked, “Are you up for a round of Battlefront?”

Dark pulls on a pair of shorts and a black sweat shirt after a cold shower and finds that the Host has made coffee. Neither of them say anything as they nurse their respective mugs until Dark winces in pain at a twinge in his side.

“Deep breath,” Host reminds him.

“I know,” he bites back, half-heartedly. “It’s not so bad now.”

Host goes back to sipping his coffee. “You should call a meeting today, let the others know you’re still alive.”

Dark rolls his eyes and buries his head in his hands. “I really don’t feel like it today.”

“Welcome to life.” Host gets up and shrugs on his trench coat. “Come on. We’ve got a lot to address.”

Dark sighs and nods, but when he looks down at himself, he groans. “I can’t show up looking like this.”

A/n: I figured out how I want to do this series for now which is introducing each member on their own. So heres Jungkook first. It’s not very climatic right now. Also I’m sorry it’s so short I just wanted to get something out because its been a long time since I’ve last updated this whoops plus I’ve had some anons rushing (which I understand, I mean its literally been months.) Enjoy!

He threw you into the room and you landed on the cold floor.
“Now stay here until someone comes to get you,” he turned and laughed, “if someone ever comes to get you.” Jimin shut the door and left. Out of sight out of mind for him.
You backed up to the corner of the room, not staring up to meet the other girls. “H-hi I’m Neni but everyone calls me Pip-” Jimin barged back in and threw a piece of cloth at you which you realized was a dress.

“Wh-what’s this?” You asked him.

“Your new uniform!” He said cheekily.

“Here? In front of everyone?” You asked softly.

“Well yeah?,” he laughed, “do you see any other rooms? Unless you wanna change out in the hall? But if someone comes out I won’t stop them from touching you.” He looked down at you and grin. “So what’s it gonna be girly?“ You pointed to the door.

"No-” Neni started saying but was cut off by Jimin, “Hey! Shut it!” He lifted his hand up to her to make her flinch then put it back down, “That’s what I thought. Now come on girly let’s get you changed.” He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out. “Go ahead don’t be shy.” He shut the door behind you. You started taking off your shirt when Jimin started running up and down the hall slamming and banging against the walls yelling, “Fresh meat! Fresh meat! A cute little gal! Get it while it’s hot!” You realized you made a big mistake when men started coming out of their rooms.

“Hey what’s all the ruckus?” A brown haired man asked as he rubbed his hair looking as if he just woke up.

“Well Hobi and comrades, we have a new one with us today. It’s her first day, in fact, it’s her first hour.” Jimin answered.

“So the freshest of the fresh I see.” An evil smirk popped up on his face. “Guess I better get to it before they do.” He walked faster towards you along with the other men. You quickly put your shirt back on and backed up against the wall at the end of the hall. Tears making their way down your face. All the men looked down at you like a group of hound dogs ready to attack.

“She’s very pretty.” One said.

“Yeah look at that hair.” Another spoke picking up a sliver of your hair.

“Look at her curves. Wooh, mami let me getta slice of you?"

They all kept saying sexual things about you, making you crying even harder.
"Alright alright alright alright, that’s enough pigs. Go back to your room.” A man got in between you and the crowd but none of them listened. “NOW!” He yelled making everyone drag themselves back into their rooms and slam their doors.

“Man, Jungkook you’re no fun.” The guy named Hobi said while putting his hands against the back of his head and walking away nonchalantly.

“And you’re a dick.” He said back, “Jimin she’s coming with me.”

“We gotta take it up with Namjoon first though?…"

"I said she’s coming with me, so that means she’s coming with me.” He hovered over Jimin with his teeth clenched. Jimin put his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever man but if he comes by, I’m blaming you."

"Yeah, yeah whatever wimp. Now come on.” He turned to you. “Stop crying and let’s go!” He waited for you to pick yourself up and wipe your sleeve against your face. You looked up at him to see his still face. He twirled back around and headed down the other side of the hall then took a right. You guys walked to the third door then entered. He closed the door then sat at the edge of the bed. You stood there, confused on what to do.
“You could sit down if you want.” He said patting the bed. “If you wanna lay down take your shoes off okay?” You nodded in response. “Your not much of a speaker are you?” You shrugged making him chuckle. “Hey it’s okay, it’s just me. Jungkook! I just saved you, well kind of.”

“Kind of?” You questioned softly.

“Even if I didn’t step in, Jimin wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. I mean I hope.” He put his head on his hand as if to think about it. “Nah, nah, he wouldn’t have. Well I mean if you haven’t done anything to him but I heard you’ve only been here for an hour so I don’t think you’ve fucked up already. Have you?” You shook you’re head furiously. “Didn’t think so. Waah you’re so pretty. What’d you do to get down here?"

"M-my brother got into some trouble with another gang, a smaller one. They wouldn’t leave him alone and I didn’t know what to do so I tracked down Namjoon to help. I told him I’d repay him back for the damage but I couldn’t gather up all the money. So here I am, for exchange of my brothers freedom really.”
Jungkook just stared at you with wide eyes.

“That’s the most you’ve talked and your voice is so light and pretty.”
You smiled and looked down.
“Well I’m going to shower… don’t try to escape okay? It’s much worse out there than in here.” He grabbed a shirt and pajama pants from his drawer. “But if do escape, don’t get caught. They’ll take care of your family in front of you then you after… trust me, it’s not something you want to see…” he looked down and slowly walked to the bathroom that was connected to his room. He shut the door and ran the water. You took this as a chance to change your outfit and look around. There wasn’t a closet, just a drawer with a tv on it and a nightstand. The window above the bed had bars.

“I’m being held captive…” you looked outside only to see crates next to crates next to crates. Behind them all was just forest. You took a peak into Jungkooks nightstand and found a small picture. It was of a lady with an older woman next to her and two kids in front of them. “Oh. That kind of looks like Jungkook.” You set it down and kept looking. Not much was in there and all the other drawers were filled with flimsy clothes. You’d think for a gangster they’d have better quality clothing but I guess this isn’t a fashion business. You heard the water shut off and quickly jumped onto the bed, sitting on the side closest to the wall.
“I see you’re ready for me.” He smirked as he walked into the bedroom. “I’m just kidding I know Jimin had you wear that.” You nodded your head making it known you heard him. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked but all you did was shrug. “Uhm you wanna watch tv? Here.” He handed you the controller.

“No thank you.” You handed it back.

“Okay then I’ll watched tv and you could just sleep?” You nodded. “Okay cool.”
You laid down, not going anywhere near Jungkook. “Here.” He handed you a blanket.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

The last thing you remember was falling asleep as Jungkook watched tv and now here you are up while he’s sleeping. You sat up a little and looked out the window, curling your knees up to your chest and hugging them. “I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry Jay. I wish I could’ve done better for this family. I should’ve done better for this family. I got Jay away though… I hope you can look after him okay?” You felt a warm stream roll off your face. They wouldn’t stop coming and you started to breathe heavier. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying frantically. And that’s when you felt the body next to you start moving. He shifted his weight towards you.

“Can you keep it down?” He said in a harsh tone. “I said shut it!” He raised his voice but you couldn’t stop. “Goddamn it! I’m trying to help you! But I can’t if you won’t let me sleep! I have to work tomorrow…” so you tried. You really did but all the loud sniffling and small squeaks irritated him. “That’s it!” He grabbed you by the back of your neck and slung you across the bed onto the floor. “You’re going back to the flower room!” He got up, still having a grip to your neck, squeezing it so you wouldn’t get out of his hold. He opened the door and walked down the hall.

“No no please!” “I don’t want to go back there!” “My neck! My neck! Let go!” You shrieked, trying to grab at his hands. All your screaming woke some of the men up. They peeked their heads through their doors looking tired and disoriented. One caught your attention. You guys stared at each other for what seemed like a while but was only mere seconds. You were in too much pain to actually see any features to the male other than his eyes.

“Brought her back already? Poor thing wasn’t up to your standards? Aish Jungkookie, maybe you need to stop being so rough!” Jimin smirked as he opened the door. “Let the bitch in.” He said with a slight bow and his hands gesturing towards the inside of the room.

Jungkook threw you down on to the floor only to leave with one phrase, “I tried.”

It had been two whole months and a few days now since (Y/N) and Roman decided that they’d take a break from their relationship and work out things they needed to. (Y/N) stated Roman was too obsessed with his job and Roman argued that she spent too much time with her friends. Neither of them had reasonable arguments but they still loved each other - at least they thought so.

Roman received numerous texts from his friends that (Y/N) was spotted with guys, every week. Not as if she were a whore but two or three guys as if she were going on dates, trying to move on. That wouldn’t do. (Y/N) and Roman promised to not see anyone else until they both agreed their relationship wouldn’t last and so far, she hadn’t told him anything about this. Was she hiding it? Was she afraid he might do something out of control? She was right. Roman would kill for (Y/N).

The front door to (Y/N)’s apartment busted open, “Why the fuck are you hiding? Lying?” Roman’s voice boomed through the small area.

(Y/N)’s date jumped in fear as he saw the Samoan man breathe heavily with venom at the tip of his tongue, ready to release the poison. The guy grabbed his jacket and quickly made his run for it, not on Death’s list today. (Y/N) sat there as she didn’t know whether to feel angry that Roman ruined the date or if she was happy to see he noticed.

“You can’t just bust down my door and demand answers. We took a break. We weren’t together during the break, you dumbass.” (Y/N) got up as she fixed her shirt.

“You made a promise.. we wouldn’t date unless we officially broke up. I shouldn’t have to see you mooch other guys and cuddle them. Matter of fact, your ass IS MINE and no one else’s. You will NEVER leave me.” It was as if some Demon entered Roman’s body and took over. That sweet Teddy Bear of a man was long gone.

“Ptff, yeah right. You couldn’t control your dog to sit in one place. And you think you can control me? Ha.” (Y/N) brushed by him to put the stuff away but the plates fell to the floor and cracked once Roman grabbed her roughly and pinned her to the couch, where she had been only a few minutes before. The look in his eyes were dark - almost frightening. His tongue swiped across his lower lip to and from while he hummed.

“I CAN control you and I WILL. You think I’m going to let this pretty pussy of yours please another man’s cock? No.. I won’t. This pussy is mine and I’ll show you why..”

Anonymous said:Can you do an imagine with Jared and the reader , the reader goes to one of his shows and backstage when Jared steps away for a sec some of Jared’s friends make fun and call her a groupie and the reader gets really uncomfortable and leave and Jared gets pissed and all that , you know how to make a good story happen💞

A/N: Hi love and thanks for requesting. Sorry for the long wait. I hope you like it :)

Also if someone doesn’t know what a groupie is, I’ll help you out. A groupie = A young woman who seeks to achieve status by having sex with rock musicians, roadies, security, and other band-related guys.

Your P.O.V.

My entire body felt like a bottle of coke that had been shaken too much. I was simply so excited and happy today. Why? I won a internet competition and now I’d have a meet and greet with Jared Leto from 30 Seconds To Mars! He was my idol and I couldn’t be gladder to see him in person.

After two weeks of waiting , the moment was finally here. I made sure that my outfit was on point before going further inside. I was wearing blue shorts, a long sleeved white shirt, fishnet socks with black boots. Then I had my echelon necklace and a few rings. I didn’t do much to my hair, because I didn’t want to seem overdone. The most important thing was the fact that I’d meet him.

So with a pass around my neck I was allowed to the backroom where Jared was. He was shooting for a movie these times, but he made time for this. So basically I was here at the set with loads of people around us.I didn’t mind. A big metallic green door opened and a guard told me to go. That I did.

He was right there in front of my eyes. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on my idol. He was talking to a group of men and they seemed to have a nice conversation. Time seemed to freeze. I mean, he was there for real! Jared fucking Leto in his fancy ass clothes and that slick look on his entire body. He had black pants, grey sneakers and a blue button-up shirt.His brown hair was put back with gel and he had a short stubble, because he had to shave his cute beard for this role. Then he turned around, probably because he heard the door.

‘’Hi!’’ He chirped happily when he saw me. Jesus christ. What was air? ‘’Hi’’ I tried to say as normally as I could, but the second I moved my mouth, I wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Jared noticed that I was struggling to do anything so he walked over with his strong arms wide open. It was very inviting to hug him. So I did that. I wrapped my arms around him and felt how he did the same to me, squeezing me into a real nice hug. He smelled really nice, like cologne. Then he was warm. His hug just confirmed that he was real, he existed!

‘’So you’re the lucky gal?’’ Jared asked me happily after a while. I stepped back and looked into his blue eyes. It was so surreal. ‘’I guess so’’ I answered him. To my surprise I was shy. ‘’I’m Y/N’’ I added, for some reason needing to tell him my name. ‘’That’s a pretty name. I’m Jared’’ He let me know and I laughed. Of course I knew who he was. ‘’Oh shoot’’ He suddenly breathed out sharply. He touched his torso and then his pockets, like he was looking for something. ‘’I’m gonna go and get the camera so we can take a picture. I’ll be back before you know it’’ Jared promised me. I nodded and he hurried to find a camera. He was literally jogging. I was left alone with his friends.

‘’So what will your story be?’’ One of them with raven black hair spoke up. I turned to look at the small gang with only three men now. ‘’Huh?’’ I gave him a confused look. They shared a laugh and then came closer, making me a little nervous. ‘’How will you try to fuck him?’’ The same man cleared his words. My eyes widened in surprise. Was he serious? ‘’I..I’m not trying to do that’’ I defended myself, suddenly feeling really bad. Why would they think so?

‘’Save it girl, you’re obviously some kind of a slut. Just look at you!’’ The guy with dark brown hair and a huge white T spat this time. Ouch. My breath hitched in my throat. They all checked me out with nasty looks. ‘’Just admit it, you’re a groupie’’ The last man spoke. That felt really bad. ‘’No I’m not!’’ I sighed and shut my eyes for a while.

‘’Well your lies ain’t bulletproof. You should go before he comes back. We don’t have time to fuck around, you’re wasting time’’ The raven guy told me harshly. Suddenly my eyes stung. I felt like crying and those tears wouldn’t be happy tears. ‘’But I came to see him, not to fuck him’’ I whimpered, blinking away tears that foolishly landed down my face. It felt bad, really bad.

‘’Go on, leave. Tears won’t save a nasty little groupie. What if you’ve got aids or something?’’ One of them laughed out loud, making the others laugh as well. That’s it. Jared would come back seeing me in tears and he’d never believe me. I turned around and headed towards the door. This felt unreal. I never expected to leave early feeling like total shit.

Before I could push the door open, I heard Jared’s voice. ‘’Guys what the hell?’’ He barked, sounding angry as fuck. A shiver ran down my spine and I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my tears in. ‘’We’re just helping ya out mate’’ One of them scoffed, playing innocent. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. ‘’Get out of here now before I get angrier’’ Jared warned his so called friends. Then I heard his footsteps coming closer. ‘’Are you serious?’’ One of the guys asked Jared in disbelief.

‘’I said get the hell away from me or else you’ll regret staying’’ He yelled loudly, making me flinch. Talk about a first meeting gone wrong. A couple seconds later we were left alone and I felt like I would burst. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around so he could see my face. He didn’t seem angry anymore, more disappointed.

‘’I’m so sorry’’ He whispered and put a hand on my jaw, making me look at him. I tried to speak, but I was choking on tears so nothing came out. Instead I shook my head and faked a smile. ‘’I don’t know why they would say those things..damn’’ Jared continued and then took a deep breath. ‘’It’s okay’’ I lied, not wanting to bother him.

Meeting Jared was overwhelming enough but this was over the top. If I’d be home, I’d put Thirty Seconds To Mars on my speakers and cry out to them. Now I felt lost and confused. I didn’t want to cry, but I felt too anxious to keep it in. ‘’It’s not okay. That’s really a dick ass move from them’’ He growled under his breath. Jared seemed upset as well, but more angry upset. ‘’Maybe I should go, I don’t want to ruin anything’’ I thought out loud. I tried to step back, but Jared didn’t let me off hook so easily. He grabbed my wrists and more or less forced me to stay.

‘’Y/N’’ He said my name seriously. That’s all it took to make the tears fall down my face. I sniffled and then I looked down, attempting to hide my face from him. Damn this was embarrassing. ‘’I think that we should have a second chance to meet. One without those douche bags’’ Jared started something suggestive. What was he talking about? ‘’How about I make it up to you and we go out and do something sometime?’’ He suggested hopefully. I looked at him like he was joking. Then he saw that I was crying.

jared wiped away my tears with his thumb, making me feel better. ‘’Would that be fun?’’ He cooed after a while. I nodded and then cracked a small smile. Man this guy knew what to do. ‘’That’s good’’ He smiled back and pulled me close. I knew he was a cuddler, but this was really comforting. ‘’So how about we calm down, ignore those idiots, take some pics, walk around and then change numbers?’’ Jared made a plan. ‘’That sounds neat’’ I replied and felt much better. I was so surprised that he decided to comfort me and tell his friends to go away. I was just a fan after all.

‘’That’s good to hear’’ He admitted and patted my back. Now I sure knew why he was my idol. Not only was he a good artist, but he was an amazing person.

Hey uh so this is my first fanfic so be kind! Please give me some feedback as to things I should change / add, so, uh, yeah, here goes nothing! I haven’t read anything with this exact storyline before, but it might exist?? idk man.

disclaimer: i’m not saying that phan is real that’s kind of the fiction part of fan-fiction. please don’t fight me.

summary: Phil is eating Dan’s cereal behind his back. At least, that’s what he thinks until Dan catches him and he finds something in the cereal box that will change his life.

genre: general fluff, pretty cute if i do say so myself haha

word count: 1,023

warnings: idk?? gay?? cereal theft?? it’s cute and sweet and fluffy?? what do you expect it’s dan and phil lol…

I knew that I shouldn’t have been stealing his cereal, but I just couldn’t resist myself. Cereal just tasted so much better when it wasn’t yours. The cereal was literally begging me to eat it. It was just sat out on the counter, inviting me to have a try. It was sweet and cinnamony and just perfect, he should have been a professional cereal chooser or something. I couldn’t help but just shove handfuls of it into my mouth. It was so good! I honestly couldn’t help myself.

Unable to hold off anymore, Justin sleeps with Y/N. But the bigger truth is revealed. Mature. but sad.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

Justin chuckles at your fucked expression. You had been working all week. You were literally a walking zombie.

You nod, “Yeah.”

We were all sprawled out around the living room. Kendall, Khail and Hailey all into Fifty shades darker to even notice your lifeless self. You were seated in the far left of the couch, while Justin was in between you and Khail. Kendall and Hailey seated on the white rug, snacking on their caramel popcorn. Every sunday the group would meet up at one of your guy’s houses, unluckily this week was yours.

“You should go get some rest.”

Justin whispers lowly in your ear, narrowing his attention away from the movie for a moment. Justin was worried about you. He knew how much you worked but this week you had to work extra hours because of stupid Becky who had to take the week off due to a ‘sore throat.’ You agreed with Justin and decide to put yourself out of misery.

“Guys i’m not feeling so well. I’m going to bed early.”

They nod in understanding, already knowing something was up. You fumble your way to your room, quickly changing out of your jeans and into a pair of sweatpants. You groan lowly, feeling your comfy sheets and blanket cuddle your weak body. You roll onto your side. You really needed to get some rest. I mean you hadn’t gotten any sleep over the whole week. Your body was aching dead, feet about to fall off. The amount of stress was too much. You were torturing yourself, just to earn a couple more dollars. You lived by yourself, the apartment needed to be paid every week. You groan as you realise you hadn’t paid this week’s or last weeks.

Justin surprising helped you pay off your rent over the month. I mean he insisted he help even though you told him off many times before. You hated owing people. He was just ‘extra’ nice to me as people like to put it. Even today, he came super early, remembering his presence made me smile. You were grateful to say the least. He came with a bag of popcorn in one hand, the other with your favourite pizzas.

He just came from taking a shower, his hair freshly damp, straight and blonde. The cologne he wore was musky, almost inviting you. The white t-shirt he wore looked so good on him, large but perfectly showing off his structured frame, his tatted arms and tan skin. His silver bracelet hung perfectly on his wrist, how could a human being look so effortlessly good?

You suck in a tight breath as you make your way to think about his fingers. You imagined how they would feel touch your skin. His hands were large and structured. You loved holding them sometimes, but little did he know you wanted them to do more. You imagined how amazing they would feel against rubbing against your heat. Your lower stomach tingled as you thought about all the dirty things they could do, all the dirty things they could make you say. You moan breathlessly and you lower a hand into your sweatpants. You touch yourself over your thin panties, you were surprisingly wet already. Wow you thought, you really needed some action. You hadn’t had any over the last couple months.

You began you fondle with your sensitive bud, moaning in appreciation as the feeling made you feel alive. Wanting more, you quickly insert a single finger in, a loud yelp escaping your lips. It had felt better than you had expected. You slowly began to pace your finger in your heart. You close your eyes shut, loving the feeling of just one finger in your heart. You raise your hips off the bed, the pumping increased.

You were never the vocal type but today was different. Your loud moan startled the ones in the room. Luckily Kendall, Hailey and Khail left after the movie was done, leaving Justin to clean up.

He heard your throught the walls. He was surprised to hear you yelp but courteously took the best of him and he decided to check up on you make sure you weren’t yelping for help or anything.

As soon has he arrived to your door, your room was dark, but the lights out the hallway was dim enough for him to make out what you were doing. Your hair was messed, your eyes shut, lips harshly taken between your teeth. Your face was enough to make him let go at that very moment. But the fact your hand was taken under singlet, groping your bare breast or the fact your hips were rising up, he already knew what was happening under those sheets. He stood there in complete shock, his eyes not being able to tear away from you. You were a sight to see. This was something he did not want to miss out. Even though he knew this was wrong, he stood there and watched.

You were so fucking sexy, it took him everything not to take your hand out of your pants and let him finish the job. But right now he wanted to see you bring yourself to your own high. Your mouth opened in a ‘o’ shape letting out panting little breaths. He listened as you moan last time, before letting go. He took in your every move, the way you clench your eyes tighter and they way you would pant while letting out high pitched noises.

After your orgasm, Justin decides to let you know his he was present.

“Y/N” He coughs out, walking slowly towards you.

He sits down on the side bed.

“Were you lonely Y/N?”

You eye him widely, not being able to believe he was there while you were fingering yourself.

“I-m So- How long were you-”

“Aw, my baby. Do you want me to take care of you?”

Justin stands up, ripping off your sheets, revealing your risen tank top and halfway down sweatpants. You choke on your words as what was about to happen. Before you could say anything, he quickly touches between your legs, just to test the temperature.

“So god damn wet Y/N.” He groans lowly at the damp feeling. Your hips lift up on its own, desperately wanting his fingers. He watches your every move, the way you would stare with wide eyes at his fingers. He grins mentally at the thought, he wanted to see you cum because of him.

“Please. I want your fingers.” You whine, desperate for a high again.

“So greedy Y/N, didnt you just cum baby?”

You narrow his eyes at him, starting to get annoyed. You reach down to rub yourself faster, hating snail pace his fingers were rubbing over the thin cloth. He snatches your wrist out of your wrap.

Justin looks a little disappointed, wanting to take his time on you, to pleasure you properly.

“Yeah.” He mumbles softly as he stops touching and lets you do the rest. You harshly yank your sweatpants off in a hurry but they get stuck in the process, being fumbled at your knees. You quickly lay down, despite sitting on top of justin’s thighs.

“Can you pull them off?” You split you legs straight as justin pulls you at the ankle bit and slips them completely off. He chucks them onto the ground. Now his eyes are in front of your core, only being slightly covered from your flimsy panties. He licked his lips, wanting to devour you right now. Beside agreeing to let you do the work and fuck you now, Justin could help but have a taste of you first. He holds your waist and plops you onto the bed sheet, your hair covering your eyes a little at the sudden movement.

This is was a strange position you thought. Your head was suppose lay on your pillow but at this thought you laugh lightly at how funny you two looked right now.

“What is it?”

Justin instantly notices your little giggles. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight below him. You were so breathlessly beautiful, he wanted nothing but to take a fucking picture and stick it up on his wall as creepy as the sounded. He grins before leaning down with supporting arms and pecks your soft lips.

“You’re so cute Y/N.”

“Enough with compliments. Make me feel good please?”

You didn’t want to hear those ‘compliments’ anymore, justin would always make little compliments here and there but you never took them seriously, thinking he was just naturally flirty, which he was.

“C’mon take your pants off already.”

You try to tug his pants down, reaching down but before you could, he slips off his t-shirt. He half smirked at your eagerness before going down and narrowing to place his face between your legs.You watch as he kisses you through your panties. You groan out, reaching down to his light soft locks, pulling him closer to your heat. Justin gets out of your grip. You whine at the lost contact.

He pulls the flimsy fabric off you legs and dives straight in, not wasting anymore time. He couldn’t wait any longer at the awaiting sight before his eyes. He groans at the taste. You were so sweet and delicate. He sucks gently on your sensitive bud, the action making your eyes roll back. You push your hips towards his mouth, wanting him to move faster. He ignores the signs and takes his time, enjoying the very moment.

You let out heavy breathes, the wait nearly killing you alive. He grips the back of your thighs gently, spreading your legs apart and moves his mouth gently against your heat. You tasted like fucking honey and Justin never wanted to let it go.

“So, so good.”

He mumbles against your heat, appreciating you once again. You continue to ride against his face, he doesn’t mind this action as he doesn’t hold you down, his grip not tightening. The vibrations of his mouth sending you off. The pit in your stomach tightens.

“I’m nearly there.”

“C’mon baby. Cum for me.”

Justin encourages you. The nickname slightly causing you startle but before you could speak, your orgasm washes over. You feel him smile against your heat. He lets you recover for a moment, maybe a little too long. You support myself with your elbows, glancing down at Justin, wondering what the fuck he was doing. He promised to fuck you, please don’t tell me that he changed his mind. He sat there, slumped back, head against your bedframe. Was this already over. You glance down to his pants, seeing him obviously hard and ready for you. You crawl over to him, palming him through his pants. He chokes on his spit.

“Wait.”

You eye him suspiciously.

“Do you not want to have sex anymore?” You question him.

You were confused to as why he wouldn’t want to get off.

“Do you want me to blow you instead?” You offer him another way out instead, just because you didn’t want to leave him hanging.

He doesn’t reply for a moment. You grab his face and playfully kiss his cheek, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I think I should go.” He gently pushes you off him, grabbing his shirt off the floor. Before he could walk out the door, you tug lightly on his arm. He stands there with his bare back facing you.

“Don’t leave. Have I done something wrong?”

You sit down the bed waiting for his answer.

“No.”

“Then what is it? I can’t seem to figure you out. First you’re happy, now you’re so down. You can tell me Justin. I’m your friend.”

“A friend?” He scoffs at this comment.

You gasp at his reaction. Of course you guys were friends.

“Is this what a friend is? Do you offer blows to your other ‘friends.’”

His voice was dripping with venom with every word. You gasp in horror to what he was implying.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. You got off, I can go now right?”

Well, yeah. No. He did help you get off but his current attitude was bugging you now.

“What are you acting this way? I don’t understand you anymore.”

You began to get angry at the situation.

You raise your voice a bit more, “tell me what’s going on!”

He pauses for a moment, silence taking over you two. You tug his arm a bit more. He snaps back. He spins and harshly slamming you back onto the bed.

“You wanna fuck huh?”

You widen your eyes at his sudden actions. Before you could get a word out, Justin yanks his sweats and boxers in one go and slams his stiff length into you, causing you to let out a loud yelp at the feeling. Justin doesn’t seem to care as he looks down to where you two are joined. He holds you still with one hand, the other gripping your leg above his shoulder. He slams into you whole, feeling him hit the spot you never knew you had.

The pleasure was so sudden and it hit you as fast a train. Justin’s pace never slowed down, he continues at an inhuman pace.

A few minutes later, you feel the pit rising again, feeling your orgasm approach again. You clench around him. He finally lets out a loud growl. He feels his high approaching faster than he thought as well. He tugs his head into the crook of your neck, smelling your sweet scent of your hair. He would miss this so fucking much.

He knew that after this there would be no way he’d be able to hide his feelings for you anymore. He fucking loved you, it tore him apart that this was the last time you’ll ever see each other again.

“Y/N”

He whispers between pants. You hear this but ignore it, too focused on your orgasm to answer him.

“I’m there” you let out before letting your second orgasm go.

He feels stupid tears approach his eyes. He fucking hated you at this point. He wanted to tell you. He didn’t know how.

You see his heavy breathing, looking as if he was struggling to let go, you encourage him a little further, little did you know he was struggling to hold back his tears.

“Justin,” you moan out his name, knowing it would do the trick.

“Fucking hell,” He growls.

He steadies his hands beside the side of your head, your faces facing directly across each there. You see the water in his eyes. He stares deathly at you as he lets go into you, feeling him fill you up. You didn’t notice anything strange. He pulls out of you but keeps his position, letting his eyes desperately focus on the face.

“Hey”

You say softly hopefully to comfort what ever was going on. You were blind the what was happening.

Before you could thank him for tonight, he crushes his lips harshly onto yours in a passionate kiss. You desperately struggle to keep up with his pace. You pull away, wanting to laugh at him for this. Before you could open your eyes, you feel wet drops of water on your cheeks. You open them to find Justin’s watery red eyes staring back at you.

“I love you Y/N” He whispers in a croaky voice, his voice unstable, breaking any second.

You push him away.

“Justin? Are you ok? Stop joking with me, this is not funny.”

“I’m fucking sorry Y/N.”

You feel horror and sadness coming to rush over you. You knew he wasn’t joking. This was the last straw for both of you. You didn’t feel the same.

Summary:After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.

You sat patiently on your boyfriend’s bed, waiting for his never ending shower to be over. Excitement filled your chest as you thought about the fact that he was finally home and it was all over. He’s safe and not any more hurt than he was before. You hadn’t worried this much over someone since Hoseok participated in one of their major gang wars for the first time.

You remembered that day so clearly because it was the first day you met him. This smiley, cute boy you met at a coffee shop ended up being in a major mafia gang from the area you lived in. You had just met him and yet you had to tag along to some major fight, hiding in the building else where while it all happened. You remember the terrifying feeling of hearing your own heart beat pounding in your chest and the sound of people’s bodies hitting the ground. You were forced to tag along when you had asked him to walk with you, in need of finding the right neighborhood, but he was called into a fight. He promised you’d be safe but you were more worried about him anyway.

After that you stuck by his side knowing all his friends were part of the gang as well, promising him that if nobody was going to worry about him, that you were. And if he ever needed a reason to get out of a fight alive it was because you would always be waiting afterwards to make sure he was okay. He held you to that promise too.

“Something bothering you? You’re thinking pretty hard over there.” Yoongi questioned, coming from the bathroom only in a towel.

“Yeah, I’m fi-…ne…” You swallowed hard, seeing him standing in front of you like that.

Watching your face slowly turn red gave him an amused smirk on his face.

“You’re seriously so cute.” He laughed.

A sudden chill went down your spine as you heard his voice sounding an octave lower. He must have been exhausted by now but you wanted to stay up with him and make sure he was okay. You couldn’t say you weren’t distracted though.

“Yoongi?”

His head titled back up, stopping his search for clothes.

“hmm?”

“I have an idea….um…for your reward I mean….”

He seemed interested, pushing the drawer back in its place as he stood up straight.

“What is it, princess?” He asked but by the look on his face you knew what he was expecting and you planned to give him just that.

“You didn’t come out here like that on accident, did you?”

The question puzzled him at first but then he let out a small chuckle.

“What are you implying?”

sitting back on the bed, you fiddling with the over sized shirt you were wearing. Yoongi came over to you, sitting on the bed as he watched your face for a response. He hadn’t been so tentative before so his attention made you a bit nervous to make the announcement.

“Well, you always know what you want even if you don’t say it out loud….and that’s okay. It’s not like I don’t want it. I-i mean I just don’t know what Hoseok’s gonna feel if he finds out.”

“And why does my princess care what he thinks?” His tone became sharper.

When you looked up to meet his eyes you were in shock to find a hint of jealousy. For some reason it just made you want him even more, seeing this side of him. He was right, why did you care? It’s not like it was a surprise when it almost happened in front of him on night one.

You shrugged in response, just for the pleasure of teasing him. Yoongi gives you a look before slowly rising up from the bed. You extended your hand, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close enough towards you, to make contact with his lips. He instantly started to kiss you back as his hands roamed your back. You couldn’t already feel the anticipation of it on his lips as he roughly kept you in the kiss. When his hands made it down even lower they found their way up the sides of your shirt, feeling your bare waist for the first time.Through gasps between kisses you felt as though you never wanted it to end, it felt desperate but perfect at the same time. The thin layer of clothing on his body would be soon removed by your own hands.

“You’re so tough, you know that?” You let out.

It only inflated his ego.

“You’re damn right.” He laughed, kissing and sucking on your neck.

The moment was broken due to the sound of his cell phone going crazy ontop of the dresser. You thought it’d stop but the kept calling.

“Aren’t you gonna answer that?”

“What? And miss this? Oh, no babe. That can wait.”

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Mid-day there you were laying in your boyfriend’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. You couldn’t stop feeling this off putting vibe and strange thoughts that something didn’t feel right. It wasn’t Yoongi because you honestly could be any happier with him. To be fair though, he seemed pretty happy himself as he slept next to you. He must have been completely drained, with good reason to be. His phone lit up once more, ringing on the nightstand. You didn’t want to be that girlfriend but it was driving you crazy already so you grabbed it, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?”

“O-oh..hi Y/N….” It was Jungkook but he sounded awful.

“Kookie? What’s wrong?”

The tone in his voice was enough to strike a cord with you, terrified to the core due to their line of work.

“Where’s Yoongi? He didn’t get any of those calls from Hoseok?”

“He’s asleep. Was Hoseok the one calling like crazy? He was just here, what did he want?”

“I-I need backup…like now…I don’t think Hoseok’s gonna make it. The others aren’t answering because we were supposed to make a huge deal today but Hoseok asked me to tag along to something else. I scared them off but we’re both in bad shape…”

“Where are you??” You jumped up from the bad, grabbing your jacket to cover the t-shirt and shorts you were wearing.

“A few blocks from that party we went to the other night…” He groaned.“Please hurry, Y/N.”

The desperation in his voice scared you to death but you put all that fear into running as you headed off without Yoongi to go find them. You weren’t losing Jungkook or Hoseok today and you made that a promise. You feet felt heavy as they hit the ground underneath you and you pushed aside any feelings of tiredness from the nonstop running.

The abandoned warehouse was one that you remember the gang going to before and realized that must have been where they were. As you ran inside you easy spotted them both on the ground with a pool of blood around them. Jungkook was already sobbing over Hoseok, trying to wake him up. You fell to your knees, grabbing his face.

“You’re okay. I’m gonna take care of you. Remember our promise? I’m here for you but you promised me you’d keep going for me. I need you to keep your eyes open. I don’t care how tired you are, look at me, okay?”

A very faint and subtle smile was shown on his face, thinking about how you remembered that even though you made the promise so long ago.

As you searched his body for the wound you ripped off the end of your shirt. You spotted the gunshot wound to his side and applied pressure to it.

“I already called 911 on the way here. They’re coming…just please hang in there.”

Hoseok’s eyes flickered up at you as he stared at your face.

“I shouldn’t have got into the fight…i’m sorry…I wanted to be tough too…”

Seeing the look in his eyes almost had you burst into tears but you had to be strong in a moment like this. Your worst nightmare was unraveling in front of you and you wasted time by being too caught up with your boyfriend. If the last time you ever saw Hoseok was at your house you would have never gotten to say goodbye. You just followed Yoongi to the bedroom, not even bothering with him. You realized now how much you were pushing him to the side and you didn’t have a bigger regret right then.

“Stop it. I’m sorry…I’m so fucking sorry, Hobi. This is all my fault.” You cried.

You heard the sirens in the distance and knew help would be coming soon but for some reason all you felt was numb. If you lost him, you would lose the most important person to you.

“You’re even pretty when you cry but you know I hate it when you cry. Especially over me. I don’t want this to be the last thing I remember.” He sighed.

“Stop saying that! This isn’t the last thing because you’re gonna be fine! Jungkook why didn’t you call the cops?? Are you insane?”

Jungkook flinched, sniffling.

“We’re criminals! We can’t just do shit like that!”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re dying! I’d rather you be in jail than dead!” You yelled.

The ambulances pulled up while the staff members jumped out, rushing into the building. You watched as they tended to Jungkook and put Hoseok up on a stretcher. You held his hand tightly, not wanting to leave his side. Yoongi came into the building as well, running up along side of you.

Yoongi nodded as he ran to his car to follow the ambulance. Hoseok’s warm hand held yours and you couldn’t stop thinking about how this was all your fault. If you didn’t complain about being single then he would have never set you up with Yoongi, then you wouldn’t have fought, and he would have never been injured like this. Ever since you started dating Yoongi it’s been a huge mess for everyone else, including Yoongi. Maybe being together wasn’t a good idea like you wanted it to be. You already felt your heart ache at the thought of breaking up with him but you forced yourself not to think about it since you had enough to worry about. For now, you were glad to be by Hoseok’s side.

Seokjin

It started with you being his worst nightmare, you were hired to work specifically with him and Namjoon since you capitalized in people who were terrible dancers.You made Namjoon a better dance, you didn’t make Seokjin a better dancer, in his defense he really tried, but your face was distracting… in a good way. At first he wasn’t sure what to do, should he hide it? There was no ‘101 manual in how to deal with being in love with your dance teacher when both of you were the same age’.He ended up actually confessing, but it was in a weird way since he could see you were getting frustrated with yourself when he made no progress. You never did manage to teach him dancing, but you taught you a few things about love.

Yoongi

You were a decently known producer hired to work on a track with BTS, and god you and Yoongi could not seem to get a long at all, you argued about everything, and Jesus Christ Yoongi found it hot.The thing was he knew that he needed to be a professional, he needed to not… fantasy about sexual intercourse on the couch in the corner… You he failed on that one, so he just kept doing what he did… picking fights with you over trivial things.

Hoseok

Getting a new dance instructor was always really exciting, Hoseok had known that it was the first time they would have a female instructor. He had expected a person much older than them like they male instructor. Instead you looked around his age if not younger. And you were so pretty.It was really love on first sight for Hoseok, it didn’t help when he stayed late night to get a choreography down and then ended with you helping him, actually you need to like stop touching him it wasn’t good for his hormones. In the end he didn’t really have it in him to seek you out, so he would stare and sigh from afar, or right behind you during dance practice.

Namjoon

This… didn’t start well, you were technical engineer tasked with fixing all the electronic Namjoon decided to break. This meant that you knew that mans porn preference before anything else.This is not a good way to meet people. specially when you took to teasing him every time you had to come to the studio to fix whatever technology he had decided was his victim at the time. That was also how he slow fell in love with you, he liked that you could keep up with him mentally and you weren’t afraid of teasing him and hell at this point you probably knew the worst of him.

“I don’t even know you and you are kink shaming me! How is this my life!?”

Jimin

You were his stylist, the person in control of making him look as cute as humanly possible, it also meant that you saw him at all the points where he looked his worst. That was why he fell for you after all, cause you didn’t seem to care about stuff like that.You treated him the same even when he was bared face and you were covering up acne or measuring him. You were always nice to you, it was hard for him to admit it at first, but slowly he grew more and more accepting of the fact and he would end up asking you out.

Taehyung

Taehyung managed to fall for his vocal coach, to be honest he didn’t know what to do about it. Taehyung would be really cute about it tho, trying to always make you laugh and enjoy your lessons together. More or less he would be a little to awkward to actually confess some hopefully you have more guts than him, but he would still do his best to make you fall for him.

Jungkook

You were Hoseok and Jimin’s personal trainer, which actually made Jungkook a little salty, cause he had specifically asked for you! But apparently you specified in lithe dancer bodies instead of muscle building. This lead to the most adorable puppy crushing the world had ever seen. Every time you entered the gym he would do his best to not wear a shirt and be slightly sweaty so he looked good! He would stand in awkward positions so his muscles would look good, basically everything to impress you other than you know… actually asking you out.